it always used to be me either being the youngest among the teens at a party/dinner, or somewhere in the middle. become 17/18 suddenly and you're considered amongst the old, or the very old, the ancient teens now. i feel it... here's how.
final CNY dinner of the year yesterday (i'd sincerely hope so, since i'm not controlling my diet at home either) :D so no Inkheart ): completely forgot about it till one hour before when aunty rachael rang us up! gee. anyway - every other teen there was younger, so most of the night was a "second NUH":
talking abt IB and how everyone should dunk education altogether, to the sec2s who were hopelessly eager to get into JC quickly (!!), listening to a sec1 complain about how "BOYS ARE STUPID AND A REDUNDANT OBJECT." (she's a girl of course. LOL) and how she'd "rather be in where i am now (cedar girls') than a mixed school like in primary sch (rosyth)" hah i took the liberty to remind her she'd think otherwise in abt 3-4 years' time, at most
realized much later on that lemuel and his mom were at the party too! that's where i suddenly felt like a kid again, cos this time it was me listening to him wax on about university graduation, how getting finance degrees sucked during the recession now, and "private banking in 5 years time". GOSH :/ and then of course, how the cruise in dec suddenly felt like AGES ago? all the late nights w us 8 girls lounging around and the... random extra (pimp). HAHA good times
there was a spider in the car yest on the way to aunty r's. BLAIRDEE HAYL the thing was on the DASHBOARD i was okay at first cos it was on mom's side. it was a baby - but at least 6 cm across nevertheless, legs included of course :/ ANYWAY. then it began crawling over to my side... and next to me on the passenger window!!!!!! so for the first time in my life i experienced the 'paralyzed by fear' sensation: like i just started screaming and shrieking but completely couldn't move. twas only when mom pulled up by the kerb, that i began scrambling onto the driver's seat and she went round to my side, opened the door and knocked the little critter off.
overly-dramatic to the normal person, maybe. but real... i think mom really wants to send me for psychiatric treatment to get rid of my spidey phobia, heh. anyways i swear its spidey breeding season and i'm getting neurotic abt wherever i move in the house! O.O heck, i wasnt convinced it was out of the car yest, and tried to get this 9-yr-old kid at the party to find it for me and kill it. cos he went: "ahhh, so big? SO FUN! i want!" OH MY GOSH. little boys...
in an annoying yet relieving way, good things happen right after i start venting. that however, does not mean i will vent annoyance sooner. venting annoys me, in itself... complexities of character/personality i shan't bother to explain lol :) at least im more or less forgiven for now, in as much as i can infer
i miss going to barker ):
